Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Jenson!"

Whitney's lioness roar could be heard throughout the student dormitory.

"Come out, you evil b*stard."

Jenson was sitting quietly by the bay window of the standard dormitory room. Placed in front of him was a wooden easel with a newly painted portrait on it.

Jenson stared at the gentle and beautiful woman in the portrait with misty eyes.

Whitney broke in, placed her hands on her hips, and stomped over to Jenson. "You've done a really terrible thing, you little b*stard."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at her. In the ray of the sun, Whitney noticed how abnormally bright his beautiful and charming eyes looked.

"Are you crying, Jens?" Whitney asked nervously.

In her memory, this little boy was always so stubborn and unyielding. From the day he enrolled in the academy, he had never shown weakness regardless of the difficulties he encountered. Whitney shifted her gaze to the portrait, and when she saw the gentle, beautiful woman in the portrait,

Whitney was so surprised that she stared at it in a daze.

"She's so beautiful. Who is she, Jens?"

"Mommy," Jenson replied.

Whitney froze...

a smile came from

was a reticent boy, but when he omitted the grammatical modifier and introduced

indulged in her fantasies, she was so shy that her ears started

sadness

are you

remembered that she was here to settle accounts with

signed up for the etiquette

her with

it or if he was faking it. He had always

that I can only leave the academy a t 30 years

it really hard to accept this

it," Jenson replied

out, "I'll be an old woman at 30. Your kids would have all grown up when I

Jenson,

did you trick me into

when you trick me like that, do you know

fury turned into tears

"Sob, sob, sob..."

eyelashes quivered, and when he spoke, his voice sounded a little hoarse, "I'm sorry,

use of saying

I must get back to my mommy as soon